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[kinanabinks]

Biker Blood

18+

When the guy you're dating turns out to be a creep, you call on your new neighbor for help.

Content Warning: Biker!Steve x Neighbor!Reader, creepy stalker scary OC x reader, mature themes, harassment, angst, protective!steve, violence, fighting, mention of blood, fluff, soft!steve, flirting, sexual tension.

Ben

10:38

I really fell for you, Y/N. You just led me on

What did I do wrong?

10:40

Talk to me

10:45

You're all the fucking same you fucking whores. I bet you do this to guys all the time

10:53

Just give me a chance. Don't I deserve that at least?

I know where you live. Say the word and I'll come over.

Let me come over to see you

11:02

Don't fucking ignore me you bitch you stupid little bitch

Do you know what I'm capable of?

"What the fuck?" You whisper under your breath with wide eyes as your heart races.

You should've spotted the red flags from the start. Inwardly kicking yourself, you let your thoughts spiral. Shit. What if he actually comes over? This guy's insane; what if he attacks you?

All you did was cancel a date. Having started your period this morning, you were in no mood to dress up and go out with Ben from Tinder, but he immediately flipped. For the past three hours, he's been hurling abuse at you over text, claiming that you cancelled on him because you're not into him - and now that you've seen his true colors, you regret ever being into him at all.

The muffled sound of cheers break you from your thoughts, reminding you of the group of bikers next door. Steve Rogers moved in a few weeks ago, but you're yet to have a proper conversation with him - having said that, you still trust him a heck of a lot more than Ben right now.

Gathering up all the courage you have, you head over and knock on Steve's front door, shivering from both your fear and the cool summer breeze. The door opens a few moments later, revealing Steve in a tight white t-shirt. A few of his friends behind him spot you, and immediately break into childish cheers. Steve rolls his eyes before stepping forward, using the door to shield you from their view.

"Hey there, fifty-three," He greets you gently, casually looking you up and down. "Are we being too loud?"

"No, not at all," You say instantly, playing with your fingers. "Uh... I just..."

"What is it?" Steve asks you, a look of concern growing on his face. "Everything alright?"

Wincing, you meet his eyes. "There's a guy... this guy I've been seeing recently, and we were supposed to meet tonight, but I cancelled, and he just completely lost his shit and got super pissed off at me, but he knows where I live and now I'm scared he's gonna come over and try something."

Taking in your words, Steve's frown deepens as he slowly nods. "Has he threatened you?"

"Not explicitly," You answer truthfully. "But he mentioned about how he knows my address, so I'm just a little... terrified."

"Right," He mumbles, thinking to himself before speaking again. "Tell him to come over."

Your face drops. "Huh?"

"Tell him to come over," Steve repeats bluntly. "I'll talk to him for you, fifty-three."

Blinking up at him, you can't help but nod. This is what you wanted, isn't it? "Okay."

"Come on in; we'll take care of you in the mean time," He says, opening the door a little wider before turning his head and yelling, "Wan, get over here!"

A redhead rushes over, smiling when she sees you. "Hey, Steve's pretty neighbor. I'm Wanda. Wanna join the party?"

Your cheeks heat up as you smile back. "Hi, I'm Y/N- but I don't wanna intrude."

"You're not intruding, fif," Steve assures you, taking your hand and gently pulling you in. "Come on. We have food and beer. Give me your phone and I'll handle this prick."

Just as Wanda whisks you into the living room, Steve takes your unlocked phone from your outstretched hand before reading through the texts, his jaw clenching as he scrolls up. The last thing you see before you're dragged into the room is Steve pulling one of his friends closer and muttering angrily into his ear.

"Steve has a crush on you," Wanda tells you, making you laugh softly. "Won't shut up about how pretty the flowers in your front yard are."

"Well, don't tell him this, but they're fake," You reveal quietly, making her gasp.

"He'll be heartbroken!" She exclaims dramatically before turning to the others. "Everyone, meet the famous neighbor from number fifty-three!"

Laughing nervously, you smile at them. "Hi. I'm Y/N."

A chorus of warm greetings overwhelms you, and Wanda gets to introducing everyone. There's Natasha who's sharpening a dagger, Bucky whose leather jacket is getting a little tight around his arms, Tony who's in the middle of trying to convince Bucky to just rip the arms of his jacket off, Thor who kindly gives you a tight hug and a beer, and Sam who Steve has taken with him to your house.

"Not everyone's here, but we're the only ones worth knowing," Wanda tells you with a wink.

They're a lot friendlier than they look, but you're not surprised by their warm hospitality as these aren't the only bikers you know. At some point in the night, you find yourself sitting on the couch in front of the window, through which you have a perfect view of Steve confronting Ben.

"Oh, honey, you don't wanna see that," Thor warns you, reaching his arm out to you in an effort to get you away from the window.

Keeping your eyes on Steve's intimidating stance as he yells at Ben, you shake your head. "No, I do."

Thor and Wanda share a wide-eyed look before shrugging. You watch on as Ben does his best to stand his ground, likely spouting utter nonsense. You gasp a little when Steve throws the first punch, feeling a jolt in the pit of your stomach. The fight quickly intensifies after that, but Ben can barely get a hit in edgeways against Steve who pummels him to the ground. You look away once Ben's face is covered in blood, breathing heavily.

"You okay, Y/N?" Tony asks, leaning forward.

"Fine," You reply with a nod before taking a long swig of beer.

A few minutes later, Steve and Sam reenter the house. Steve walks into the living room while wiping the blood off his knuckles with a handkerchief, the sight making your heart skip a beat. He walks right over to you, puts your phone back into your pocket, and crouches down in front of you.

"You okay, fif?" He asks with a whisper, waiting for you to nod before continuing. "I took care of him for you. You don't have to worry about that asshole anymore, alright?"

You nod again, putting down your beer. "Thank you, Steve."

"Don't mention it," He says before standing back up and holding his hand out to you. "C'mon, fiffy. Let's get you some fresh air."

Once you're outside with him, you wrap your arms around yourself, wondering how you got yourself into this mess. You're never online dating again.

You slowly walk around his front yard, unable to take your eyes off his bike. It stands out from the others. You can tell that it's old, but he takes good care of it. Watching him ride it is a daily habit for you, and ever since he moved in, the sound of the roaring engine has become part of your morning and night routines. It's almost comforting.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Steve asks from behind you, making you jump slightly.

"Oh, no," You say, shaking your head. "I'm good."

"C'mon, fif; it'll help you relax," He promises, resting his hand on your shoulder. "I'm a safe driver. Safest ride you'll ever have the pleasure of experiencing."

"I don't know," You mumble.

"It'll be fun. What do you say?" He asks, patting the seat. "Be my back warmer, fiffy."

And apparently, that's all it takes. Within minutes, your night has taken yet another turn, and you're currently riding through the dark on your neighbor's Harley.

Admittedly, it is fun. All your anxiety and fear from earlier has dissipated, along with your long-term stress. The only thing that you can focus on is how good the wind feels sweeping through your hair, and how safe you feel with your arms wrapped around Steve's back.

He takes you to the lake about a mile from your street, the one you walk by every now and then. It's calm, and peaceful, but you've never dared to come here past nightfall - Steve's presence, however, deters any fear you may be feeling.

"Pretty view, ain't it?" He asks while you get off the bike and smooth down your hair.

You look over at him with a smile. "Beautiful." And he is beautiful. Under the moonlight, his blue eyes look darker, but they retain their spark. His beard is neat and his hair is rugged, and he smells like pine and beer.

The two of you sit by the lake for a few minutes in blissful peace before Steve speaks up again.

"Why didn't you call the police?" He asks you, looking over at you with a slight frown.

You keep your eyes on the lake as you lean back on your palms. "They'd take longer to arrive," You explain simply.

He raises a brow and you know he doesn't believe you.

Sighing, you sit up and turn to face him. "Alright... I wanted you to beat him up."

That makes him smirk. Steve's proud not only that you wanted to see him in action, but also that you knew he'd fuck up anyone who hurt you. He's only been your neighbor for three weeks, but he already feels protective over you and your safety.

"The mayor's assistant shouldn't be saying stuff like that," He says teasingly, taking you by surprise.

"I'm not Walker's assistant; I'm his advisor," You correct him.

"Think he's a good mayor?" Steve asks you, inwardly sighing. John Walker is the bane of his life, working to extinguish gangs like Steve's and lock them all up. Why does someone as pretty as you have to work for that prick?

"He does his best," You tell him with a shrug.

Steve looks up at the starry night, letting out a sigh. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you shiver, so he quickly pulls off his jacket before wrapping it around you and pulling you closer into his chest.

"Thank you," You utter with a small smile, feeling your heart race. "Thank you for everything tonight. Your friends are nice."

He leans down, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You were scared of me before, weren't you?"

"You're not scary," You say truthfully. "Not to me, anyway. I grew up with men like you. I was raised by one."

Taken aback by pleasant surprise, Steve chuckles. "Yeah? Your old man was a biker?"

"My uncle," You tell him with a smile as the memories overtake you. "Before I moved here, I lived in Detroit. They, uh, my family was involved in some bad stuff."

"Bad stuff?" He repeats, intrigued.

"You know; typical, one-percenter biker stuff," You say casually.

"Detroit..." Steve mumbles under his breath as he connects the dots. "They weren't affiliated with the Drifters, were they?"

Your eyes widen as you sit up. "You know them?"

"You know them?" He retorts with a chuckle.

"I more than know them," You reveal. "My uncle was the leader."

Baffled, Steve moves away as though to get a proper look at you. "Old Vinnie was your uncle?"

"You knew him?" You ask, unable to hold back your smile.

"I more than knew him," He admits with a grin. "Vin was my fuckin' idol. Growing up, I heard all the stories about him and the Drifters. Damn. Shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your loss."

You shake your head, patting his knee. "Thank you."

Steve can't help but stare at you in awe. Here he was, thinking you were a simple city girl, and you turned out to be the blood of the most legendary man he knew. "If I knew you were Drifter blood, I'd have fuckin' killed that asshole," He tells you, referring to Ben.

"Ah, that's alright; he's learnt his lesson," You say flippantly. "And, for the record, I could've easily taken care of the situation myself."

"Oh, yeah?" Steve asks with a cocky smirk.

"Absolutely. I would've left him worse off than you did," You tell him honestly. "But, before Uncle Vin died, he made me promise that I'd stay out of trouble. That I'd get out of Detroit and live a simple, safe life."

"So, you let me do the dirty work, instead?" He questions before shrugging. "Works for me. I'd be honored to help you out whenever you need me, fifty-three. Anything for the niece of Old Vinnie."

"I appreciate that, Rogers," You say gratefully. "I'm glad you're my neighbor."

He smiles, nudging your shoulder with his. "The feeling's mutual, fif. And, for what it's worth, you can consider yourself one of us. I know it won't be the same, and you'll always be a Drifter at heart, but I'm here. Whenever you need me."

"Whenever I need you?" You repeat teasingly.

"Whenever," He confirms, before narrowing his eyes at you. "How could a Drifter ever work for a man like Walker? You know he's actively working to destroy gangs like us?"

"I know," You say bluntly, pulling your knees up to your chest.

"And you don't think you're betraying the biker blood in your veins by advocating for him?" He questions you, almost offended.

Letting out a long sigh, you look up at the stars. "My uncle taught me a lot of things, Rogers. Everything I know. I live the way I do because of the values he gave me. He had these sayings he lived and died by, and some of them stuck with me," You tell him, recalling your uncle's words. "One in particular stood out. A stupid man attacks his enemies. A smart man befriends his. The stupid man strikes in broad daylight, head-on. The smart one takes them down from the inside."

Lips parted, Steve raises his brows. He takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts before letting out a chuckle of disbelief. "I had you all wrong, fif."

"Appearances are deceitful," You say with a smirk. "Another one of Vinnie's sayings."

Shaking his head, Steve is in awe of you. "What does my appearance tell you about me?"

You look him up and down, taking the chance to soak in his beauty. "You appear hard, and confident. Maybe even mean. But I know men like you, Rogers. Underneath it all, you're a little sweetheart."

"Is that really what you think?" He questions, leaning closer to you. "You're really not scared of me?"

"Not in the slightest," You whisper back, never once backing down from his intense gaze.

He licks his lips, moving even closer. "You... you're really fucking sexy."

You snort at that, rolling your eyes before pushing him away. "I'm not that easy, Rogers. You're gonna have to try harder than that."

"So, I have a chance?" He asks, doing his best to hide his excitement.

"Sure," You answer him with a casual shrug. "Why not?"

"Alright," He says, accepting the challenge. "Let me take you to dinner tomorrow."

"Can't. I'm busy," You reply, standing up. "Take me home, Rogers. I'm tired."

With that, you walk back over to the bike, and Steve rushes to follow you with a racing heart and a growing smile. This is gonna be fun.

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Steve, who ended up marrying someone who literally turned out to be just like his parents. Neglectful, selfish, and away on "business trips" most of the time. He's lonely and vulnerable, filling his days with working on his project car in the garage or taking it easy with his Golden Retriever, Benny.

He notices the new neighbors moving in next door, you and your husband.

He goes over to introduce himself when he makes sure it's just you out. He can't help but to stare at the way your sundress hugs your curves. The way the sunlight reflects off your soft sun kissed skin. When you get close enough to shake his hand in greeting, he can smell tanning lotion mixed with vanilla. You smell like summer.

He's drawn in by your sweet voice and laughter over Benny's antics, even though he's apologizing profusely as you tell him, "It's alright, I love dogs." He knows he's utterly fucked.

Steve can hear yelling from his garage a couple of days later when he's working on his car. It takes everything in him not to march over there.

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Spiced Cider

Getting to know your neighbor Steve a bit better

Pairing: neighbor!Steve x reader Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: 18+ minors DNI oral (m+f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, smidge dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, sweets, pretty girl), alcohol consumption Author's note: a new Marvel man has entered my muse! I surveyed some peeps on discord and they voted for neighbor!Steve. He turned out spicier than I had originally planned but he spoke to me and we are sticking with it. This is only my second smut ever so please be kind to my sensitive ass. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy! Beta'd by the lovely @tincanfics

"What the f-" you jumped as you heard a large crack outside, a bright light flashing through the window as your apartment went pitch black. You opened the window and peered out into the almost dark of the early fall evening. Not seeing much, you decided to head outside to search for the cause of the outage. You carefully made your way down the dark hallway and stairwell before stepping into the cold air.

"I think the transformer down the road blew." You spun around at the deep voice behind you and were met with a figure towering over you. Was that your neighbor from down the hall?

"Oh! Hey, Steve. It was Steve, right? I'm sorry I am so bad with names." You nervously laugh at yourself and take a step back, your eyes adjusting to take in his features under the streetlight.

He chuckled and nodded, "It is! You got it, sweetheart." It was indeed your gorgeous neighbor from down the hall. Your gorgeous neighbor that just called you sweetheart.

"Hope you weren't in the middle of anything important before we plummeted into darkness."

Groaning, you nodded. “Actually I had some mulled cider on the stove. I guess 15 minutes of simmering is better than nothing. Want some before it cools down? I have bourbon to go with it.” Your forwardness took you by surprise. You had only spoken to Steve a handful of times since he moved into the building, he was friendly and the grin he always tossed your way made your cheeks heat up. You never liked being in complete darkness anyway and drinking with company was always nicer than drinking alone.

“Well I can’t pass that up. I think I have a couple insulated mugs that could keep it warmer longer. It’s getting pretty chilly out here.” Steve gestured for you to lead the way back inside.

When Steve knocked on your door he was greeted by your bright smile and soft orange glow dancing across the walls behind you. “Big candle person?” He looked around the homey space as he passed through the threshold.

“Actually not really, but one of my aunts seems to think so. Please, make yourself at home.” You laughed and took the mugs from his hands, noticing he had a plate in the other hand. “Were you also busy in the kitchen before the power went out?”

He raised the plate so you could see it in the light. “I was also in the fall spirit. Pumpkin bread came out of the oven just in time. Figured I would share since you are.” He placed it on the kitchen table before taking a seat.

“I absolutely love pumpkin bread! Fall treats are my favorite.” You placed the mugs on the table before pulling a chair a little closer.

“It is the best time of year. It’s finally cold enough that I can break out my favorite sweaters,” He tugged at the front of the cream colored cable knit fabric stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, “and there’s just something about seeing the leaves change color on the college campus.”

“Are you in school?” You peer at him over the rim of your mug as you take a sip of cider, the extra bourbon you put in for confidence warmed the back of your throat.

“Art professor.” He shoots you that grin and mirrors looking at you over his cup. “This is really good, by the way.”

“Well thank you, professor!” You pluck a slice of bread from the plate and take a bite, softly moaning as the spices from it and your cider mingle on your tastebuds. "I'm going to need the recipe for this bread."

Steve's ears perked up at your delighted sounds and he cleared his throat. Calling him professor and those sinful sounds? He might be in trouble here. He slightly adjusted the way he was sitting. "I can give it to you, but then I’ll need something different to trade for cider and bourbon.” He winked and sat back in his seat, growing more relaxed. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m an editor for Romanov Publishing.” You finish the slice of bread before taking another sip, “And as for the bread recipe, I am open to other forms of trade.” Throwing him a wink you stand and turn to refill your cup.

Steve’s eyes trail down your back to your ass and legs, taking in your shape. The warmth from the beverage and the increased flirting was making him too hot. “The cider is doing its job, I’m pretty warm now.” He grabbed his sweater behind his neck and pulled it over he head just as you turned back around, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his muscular torso before the tshirt he had on underneath fell back into place. A small smirk tugged at his mouth as he watched your eyes widen from your seat, noticing you were closer than you were before. “And what do you propose I trade next time?”

If you had thought you liked the way his sweater fit, the probably a size too small white tee was really doing it for you. Your gaze danced from his big arms and shoulders, across his chest, and finally up to blue eyes with a mischievous look. “I think I could come up with a few things..” You both began to lean forward, eyes locked on each other’s mouths when the power came back all at once. The bright kitchen lights made the two of you recoil and sit back, laughing as music began to pour out of the speakers in your living room again.

“Well, I guess I should take that as my cue to head to bed. It’s a school night after all.” Steve stretched his arms behind his head as he stood, feeling your eyes on his exposed waist again. “Thank you again for the cider, I’ll be sure to offer you...something in exchange for more next time. Enjoy the pumpkin bread. Good night, sweets.” He threw you another wink before walking out the door.

You leaned against the counter for a minute, so many thoughts swirling through your head. He called you ‘sweets’. Trade offers. He’s so muscular. He’s a professor. You slid down to sit on the floor. Your hot neighbor is even hotter than you thought, was flirting with you, and almost kissed you. You were going to be thinking about the way that skin tight tee fit him for a while. Still buzzing from the high of Steve you softened the music and went around your apartment blowing out candles and packing up the bread. It was then you noticed the huge tan sweater still draped over the back of the chair Steve had sat in. You picked the heavy sweater up and held it in your hands for a moment, the scent of his cologne wafting up to your nose. Did he leave it there on purpose? Maybe he just forgot. Either way, you were going to return it. You slipped a pair of shoes on and made your way down the hall to knock on his door.

There was a commotion of loud shuffling and heavy footsteps coming up to the door before it flew open. A slightly disheveled Steve stood before you, hair tousled, cheeks flushed pink, his chest heaving slightly. He was still wearing that damn tee but swapped his jeans for gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. “Oh, hey sweetheart. What’s up?”

You took in his debauched appearance slowly, making sure he saw you looking. “Sorry to interrupt,” your eyes flickered down to the bulge in his sweatpants then back up to Steve’s heady gaze, “and especially on a school night. But I think you forgot something, professor.” You held the sweater up to him.

“I think I forgot to take more than that.” Steve moved forward to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into a searing kiss. Your lips were just as soft as he imagined, and deliciously still carrying the spice of the treats you shared. He loved the way you melted against him, pressing his erection into your hip and you both scrambled to get closer to each other. The sweater fell to the floor and you both stumbled as your feet got tangled in it, giggling into your kisses. Steve let his hands run down your sides and to the backs of your thighs where he scooped you up with ease, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bedroom and gently set you down on the bed. He dragged his kisses down your neck and just under the collar of your top before asking to take it off. He groaned seeing your chest bare to him as he tossed your shirt across the room and his mouth was on you in seconds. Wet lips and teeth trailed across your skin as you writhed under his heated touch. He gently tugged at the waistband of your pants and quickly yanked them and your underwear down as you lifted your hips. “I promise I’ll take my time with you later, but I have to taste you, pretty girl.” He groaned seeing your wetness practically dripping from you between your spread legs and dipped his head down to run his tongue between your folds. The moan that fell from your lips only spurred him on. “Love those pretty sounds you make for me, sweetheart. I was thinking about it just before you knocked on my door.” He swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his lips, his teeth grazing it just slightly. You whined as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, deliciously overwhelmed with how quickly you went from checking out your handsome neighbor every now and then to having his face buried in your pussy while you gripped his hair for dear life.

You were so close, your body feeling like it was on fire and Steve could tell. He slipped two fingers in you as he continued his passionate assault on your clit with his lips and tongue, your back arching high off the bed at the new stimulation. “You feel so good and tight on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His filthy mumbling sent you over the edge as you ground yourself down on his fingers and face. Steve gave you a moment to recover by kissing the insides of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down your waist and hips. “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?” “Oh fuck yes.” You sat up and pulled him into a kiss with your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, your hands sliding down his body to start pushing his sweats down over his hips. Steve briefly got off the bed to shimmy his pants off, his heavy cock smacking against his belly as he freed it. You crawled to the edge of the bed and immediately took him into your mouth, doing your best to look up at him with doe eyes. The deep groan that came from his chest made your heart soar and you quickly began bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around the head.

“Fuck, pretty girl. This is amazing but I need to feel you.” He gently pushed you backward but not before you could suck just a little harder so your lips released him with a ‘pop’. He slowly stroked himself as he watched you lay back and spread your legs for him again. You looked so good in his bed. He wanted to draw your beautiful form spread across his sheets; your hair falling around your head, your lips puffy from all of his kisses, and what he hoped would be a satiated fucked out look on your face soon. He dragged the head of his cock through your folds a few times, making sure to rub against your clit and barely dipping himself into your heat before thrusting into you all the way. You were still so wet from him tasting you, feeling him fill you up was perfect. You both moaned in unison, your heads falling back as you were lost in the moment. “I knew you were going to feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Fuck.” Steve leant down for a crushing kiss and grabbed your hips, beginning to pound into you.

The brutal pace of Steve’s thrusting made your whole body light up, every sense feeling heightened and dulled at the same time. You tightly wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to slow down a little but increased the grinding of your hips. “Oh Steve, I’m close again!” You dug your fingernails into his as you stared up at the gorgeous man above you, his forehead glistening as he worked up a sweat tearing you apart.

“Come on, sweets. Let me get one more out of you before I come. Let me hear those beautiful fuckin’ moans.” He slid a hand down your belly to circle the pad of his thumb over your clit. The pressure in your core couldn’t hold anymore and your legs further tightened around his waist, your pussy clenching down on him, a wanton cry falling from your lips. “That's it, sweetheart. That’s it, you feel so fucking good coming on my cock.” He sloppily peppered your neck and chest with kisses as he chased his own release, his hips shuddering to a stop as he came. He rolled off of you and flopped onto his back, his chest heaving. You rolled onto your side and started tracing patterns across his skin and beamed up at him.

“I think I know what you can trade for more cider now.”

Taglist: @insane-perfectionist02, @barnesafterglow/@sightiff, @sweetdreamsbuck, @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

[iamwiktoriaweronika]

Hi, gorgeous! I’m leaving you with my first story here (also first in English :o). Hope you gonna like it at least a bit. :) I write my stories mainly for myself but I think that maybe this is the right time to start sharing my ideas with others. I’m going to write it once and if you mind it - well… not my problem. Soooo… Sorry for my English. ;)

Willow - Part one

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: well… I like it fluffy, so… none? Oh, yes! Mention about serial killer :)

Summery: Neighbour AU. You’re going on a blind date with your best friend’s colleague. How cliché, right? But what is wrong with spending time at Friday night with some mysterious guy? Nothing… If only he is the one who he says he is.

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You stand in front of the mirror in your living room. With a tensed smile you look at your hair now slightly curled at the ends. You like what you see, but at the same time, you know that the person in the mirror is not you. You grab a hairband from the wooden drawer and tie your hair up. Much better. Well, at least when it comes to your comfort.

You look up at the watch. You still have half an hour but with a fifteen minutes drive to the pub you decide that you should hurry up. Especially when you need to change. For the third time in the last hour.

Not that you are so desperate to impress some guy you've never even seen before. You just want to have a good time at this autumn Friday evening. That and maybe something… more. You feel weird sensation in your abdomen. How silly! You don’t even know what he looks like. Wanda mentioned that he is a good-looking thirty three years old man. But whats the most important, as emphasized Wanda, he is funny and inteligent. Oh, and he likes The Doors.

Again. Why not to try?

You are free, independent woman. You graduated from an elite university and you work as a team leader in international company. You also like yourself, what nowadays is not so obvies, especially among young women.

You’re buttoning up your black fitted pants when you hear your phone buzzing. You pick up, seeing Wanda’s face on the screen.

„What’s up?” you ask her.

„I thing that I should be the one asking you.”

„I don’t know what are you talking about…” You decide to play around with her for a bit.

You can't help but giggle when you hear Wanda’s gasping.

„Oh my god. Don’t even… don’t even start it, Y/N. You have no idea how Pietro is waiting for this date.”

You smile now. You’re looking for the last time in the mirror. You put on a beige turtleneck sweater and brown lipstick. You’re looking good, not overdoing it.

„He better be waiting because I’ve already changed my clothes tree times. And I smell as if I was bathing in the bathtub of Dior himself.”

„Mmm. That sounds good. I wish you luck, hon.”

„You know. I’m gonna be myself. What’s bad gonna happen?” You aski her, grabbing keys from the drawer.

„You - being yourself? That’s the worst idea ever.”

You both laugh at her statement.

„I need to go already.”

„Sure. Bye! Love you. Have fun.”

„Love you too.” You say and hang up.

You lock the door and toss the phone in your purse. You come to the lift’s door and wait for it to arrive. You look down at your feet in your favorite black Chelsea boots. When you hear the familiar sound, you step forward.

„Hi, neighbour.”

Your head bounces when you hear his voice.

Your heart stops for a moment only to start beating six hundred times faster.

Your eyes stop on the most beautiful smile that you’ve ever seen. You look up just a little bit and you almost choke on air. His deep blue eyes sparkle with warmth.

That’s a good beginning of your evening, you think to yourself.

„Steve, hi.”

Than something hits your leg gently. You look down at furry head of your favorite dog.

„Dodger, hi you too. Sorry for not noticing you sooner.” You crouch and scratch him behind the ear.

You hear Steve’s laugh.

„He couldn't be angry with you, even if he wanted to.”

„You think that?” you ask with a smile.

„Trust me” answers Steve a little more seriously.

You stand up straight and look Steve in the eyes. You’re noticing that his beard is longer but it suits him.

„You look… beautiful.” You hear and you frown.

Did he just…

„Oh…” For a second you forget how to make a sentence.

Wow, great, Y/N.

„I’m sorry… I didn’t… Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Steve says and his cheeks turn red. „I just think… I mean… You always look good. Not that today…”

The sound of the lift seems to save Steve from suffocation, you thing chuckling.

When both of you are outside you look at him and say:

„Thank you.”

Steve sends you one of his smiles and you are so glad that you feel cool air on your face when you’re going down the stairs of your building.

„So… I’m going…”

„You’re going to your car?” Asks Steve seeing your struggles.

You nod your head.

„We’ll walk you.”

„Thanks.”

You curse yourself that you hasn’t parked further than a dozen meters from the block.

„Here we are” you say when you reach your car.

Steve stops next to you and waits for you to open the car with the remote control. You look at him as he opens the door for you.

„So…” he starts. „Have a nice evening.”

„You too, guys.”

You take the wheel and wait for him to shut your door. Or add something more.

Steve stares at you now with an unreadable expression on his face. You wonder what's on his mind.

„Be careful, neighbour.” He says looking into your eyes and one corner of his mouth slightly rises.

You nod.

Than he lets you go.

[after-avenging-hours]

Imagine your neighbor, Steve, finding out you need a roommate, the day he get’s kicked out by his ex-girlfriend

[jadedvibes]

My Girl

Summary: A quiet night of baking with your new boyfriend turns into something extra steamy when he finally gives you what you want for the first time.

Continuation/Part 2 of Nightmare Barns, but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: neighbor!Steve x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, excessive amounts of fluff, swearing, soft Steve, vague holiday-themed baking, and reader is bad at flirting in a funny way for a sec.

Word Count: 3.2k

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You unlocked the door to Steve’s apartment and immediately felt the scent of warm vanilla take over your senses. Ever the baker, it seemed like your boyfriend was always trying out a new recipe, and today was no exception. Steve had given you the key to his place earlier in the month so that you could do your laundry whenever you wanted to. And while you thought it was far too early for something like that, he said it wasn’t a big deal and that it would make your life easier since you spent so much time at his place anyways.

He did not, however, tell you how happy it made him to come home to you. Nor did he mention how much he cherished the nights you spent in each other’s company. There was nothing Steve loved more than having you come straight to his place after work — as if your home was with him.

Hearing the shower running, you decided to settle in while Steve finished up. Just as you set your bag on the counter the oven timer went off. Considering Steve’s absence, you grabbed an oven mitt to pull out the baked goods, but before you could put it on, two large arms wrapped around your waist and halted your movements. Steve bent down to kiss your neck and whispered, “Hi baby, don't worry about that, let me get it for ya.”

You leaned into his touch, “It’s no big deal, Steve. I can handle a little hot metal,” you said softly, as you turned around to peer up at your boyfriend. He kept his hold on you, and you placed your hands on his broad chest as you leaned up to give him a sweet kiss.

Steve beamed at you as you parted, “I know, but I’ve gotta protect you, be it from killer clowns or hot food,” he said with a lopsided grin. He slipped on the mitt and pulled the cupcakes out of the oven, placing them on a cooling rack.

You shook your head and giggled at his ridiculousness. “Gosh, you’re too much.”

He shrugged as he turned towards you with a big smile on his face, “I know, I can’t help it. Gotta keep my beautiful girlfriend safe. You can help me decorate though.”

“Oh, so I can do something after all,” you said sarcastically, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He let out a laugh, “I know I’m being a bit much. But we became official less than a week ago, and I don’t know. I’m protective over you— I’ll try to ease off,” he said begrudgingly.

Steve knew he was acting a little crazy, but after you agreed to be his, he has had trouble playing it cool. He liked you so much from the moment he met you, and knowing you were his girl made him lose all sense of rationality. Along with that, he couldn’t deny that after all the late night chats, baking dates, and romantic strolls around the National Mall he had fallen in love with you. He adored you so much, and he would do just about anything to keep you happy. He was only waiting for the right moment to tell you.

“Thanks babe, I know how hard that is for you, so I appreciate it,” you teased, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Steve chuckled while he walked to his cabinet to grab a couple ingredients.

“So what are you baking up tonight?”

“I thought we’d go simple with some vanilla bean cupcakes that we can decorate however we’d like. I’ve got all kinds of holiday-themed sprinkles and decorations to choose from.”

You beamed at him, “Ooh I love that, sounds great babe.”

You hopped onto a bar stool and watched as he started assembling the ingredients for the frosting. While he measured the powdered sugar you shamelessly ogled him. He was sporting the coziest cream cable-knit sweater that somehow emphasized his mesmerizing deep blue eyes and made him look like the softest teddy bear.

You knew that you had gotten lucky in the love department. Steve was more than handsome, he was also a true gentleman that consistently treated you with kindness. Whenever you brought up how wonderful he was, he’d just blush and tell you that you deserved the world and he was simply happy that he got to be a part of yours. Thoughtful, strong, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and —

Steve’s voice cut off your reverie, “Tell me about your day, sweetheart.” He caught your gaze with a boyish smirk that made your heart beat faster.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as your brain hurried to return to the present moment. “Oh, it was good. Got a lot done, helped avert a couple crises and even landed a new donor for the center. How was yours?”

“It was nice, worked a bit on my upcoming gallery opening, and now you’re here, so it’s a great day.” He smiled as he mixed the ingredients together.

Your sweet sweater-clad boyfriend made you feel many emotions often, and today was no exception. You had recently realized that you had become completely smitten with him somewhere along the way. Maybe it was when you woke up in his arms after a rainy day movie marathon and you realized you’d never felt safer. Or perhaps, it was when he surprised you with your favorite breakfast foods for dinner that one night you texted him that you were hungry. You couldn’t say for sure, but the fact remained, you were undeniably in love with Steve Rogers.

Quietly getting up, you walked around the kitchen counter to wrap your arms around him from behind.

He put down his wooden spoon and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips to gently kiss. “I missed you today, honey,” he breathed out.

“I missed you too, Stevie. Do you think we’re getting to be a bit too clingy?” you asked jokingly, as you squeezed him for emphasis.

“No way, I think we’re just right,” he let out a laugh. Steve could not get enough of you, he was incredibly happy with the way you were together.

With your arms still around him, your mind couldn’t help but think about how the sweater was soft, but the man underneath was not. Steve was 220 lbs of pure muscle and you desperately wanted to know what he could do to you with a strong body like that. A dreamy sigh fell from your lips as you let go of him, opting to stay occupied by setting up the cupcake decorations.

In the last couple of months the two of you had gotten unbelievably close, but you were still dancing around the next step with each other. Sure, you kissed all the time, and you’d even slept in the same bed together a few times too, but the two of you had yet to take it any further. Steve was nothing if not respectful and cautious with you. That was one of the many things you adored about him, however, you couldn’t deny your desire for more.

You wanted to feel all of him, and you were ready to finally do something about it.

You hopped up on the counter while he mixed the frosting ingredients together. “Is there anything I can do for you, Steve?” you asked in a sultry tone.

He looked over with a confused grin, “Um, you can help me fill the piping bags if you’d like?”

“How about you fill my piping bag instead?” you asked in your most seductive voice. Oh my god, what the hell does that even mean Y/N?

Steve was bewildered by your words and sudden shift in tone. He looked at you with an absolutely perplexed expression. “Baby — did you bring piping bags with you or…?”

You groaned in embarrassment and hit your forehead with your palm, huffing out a breath. “I’m trying to seduce you but I’m doing a really bad job at it.”

Steve’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyebrows raised as realization dawned on him. “You were seducing me, you want me to fill —,”

“Okay okay, that was a really weird way to ask for se—,”

Before you could continue, he crashed his mouth on yours, kissing you hard, and grabbing your face with both of his hands to hold you in place. You moaned as his tongue slipped through your parted lips, demanding, and rough. His hands moved around your neck and kept your lips against his as he kissed you as though his life depended upon it. You spread your legs and knotted your fists in his sweater as you pulled him against you, needing more.

Steve’s hands trailed down your body, squeezing and touching you greedily. You gripped his hair as he kissed down your throat, nipping at your neck, and massaging your breasts over your clothes with his large warm hands.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, “Are you sure you want this? I’d wait as long as you want to.”

You grinned as he stuttered a breath, trying to calm himself because he sincerely meant it. Steve wasn’t with you for the wrong reasons, he cared for you, just as you were. That only made you want him all the more.

You leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against his, “I really want this with you, Steve. I’m sure.”

He smiled brightly, “Okay, darling.” He pulled you in for a bruising kiss as his other hand trailed down your body until it met the hem of your sweater dress. He slowly dragged it up, and you adjusted yourself to help, raising your arms to finally let him take it off, leaving you in your black lace lingerie.

“So fucking beautiful.” He shook his head with a smirk on his face, taking a deep breath. “I am a very lucky man.”

“You’re about to be, but only if you get a move on it, Rogers,” you whispered, teasing the adorable man.

Steve smiled, wrapping his hands around your legs and pulling you to the edge of the counter. He skillfully unhooked your bra, sliding it down your arms as his dark dilated pupils slowly took you in.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as your normally soft boyfriend looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive. “God, baby I want you so bad,” he breathed out.

His soft warm lips latched onto your nipple as he kneaded the other roughly. In no rush, his lips brushed over your breasts, kissing and sucking until he was satisfied.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and he groaned as he kissed his way back to your lips. Deepening the kiss, he twisted your panties to the side and ran his long fingers through your slick. He cursed under his breath when he felt how soaked you were. Teasing your entrance, he slipped his middle finger into your center. Skillfully stroking your tight walls, he added another finger, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit as he went. Steve was knuckle deep in you, curling his fingers just right around that spot that has you seeing stars.

“Steve” you whined against his lips, squeezing your eyes shut as a surprisingly sudden orgasm took you over — you felt him smirk as he worked you through it. He pulled back and looked at you with lust-blown pupils as you shakily rutted against his hand. Steve thought to himself, that he could watch you do that all day, but he wanted something else more.

“I’ve dreamed about eating you out on this counter more times than I can count. Do you want to make my wish come true?”

You nodded eagerly, who were you to deny him his dream? Steve hooked his thumbs in the sides of your panties, easing them off. Kissing his way down your legs, nibbling, sucking, and taking his time as he pulled off your final piece of clothing.

Steve stood up and looked at you in awe, you looked absolutely gorgeous with your legs spread open — all for him. “I’ve wanted you for so long, honey,” he said as he stepped back to take off his own sweater and jeans. “Didn’t want to push you, not until you were sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” you said as you tugged at his boxers, silently telling him to take those off too. He grinned at you before obliging, shaking his head in disbelief as he thought about where he was. You barely got a chance to properly check him out before he leaned in to kiss your neck.

Steve continued to kiss you softly on his trail down, eventually reaching your wet core. You laid back as he lifted your legs off of the counter and onto his shoulders, opening you up to him. You whimpered as his nose nudged your throbbing heat.

With a firm grip on your ass he flattened his tongue, licking through your folds, sucking your clit, and giving you everything you needed and more. You moaned wantonly as his relentless tongue circled your clit, over and over. “You’re so delicious, baby,” he mumbled against your pussy.

Steve was a man on a mission, and it wasn’t long before your thighs trembled around his head as euphoria washed over you.

You whimpered out as he only increased in fervor, prolonging your pleasure with his wicked tongue, and lapping up everything you gave him. You cried out and your back arched off the counter as he pulled another orgasm out of your shaking body.

Finally satisfied with himself, Steve lowered your legs from his shoulders. You sat up slowly, with a blissed out look on your face as you caught your breath. “Fuck, Steve, that was… unexpected,” you murmured out, running your fingernails over his solid chest, admiring his glorious physique. He looked at you with a devious smirk and you wiped away the slick you noticed on his chin. Swiftly, he grabbed your hand, licking it off. Fuck.

As your eyes roamed his body you finally got a look at his impressive hard leaking cock. Oh hell. Is that going to fit?

You looked up at him with wide eyes and a bashful smile.

As if he could read your mind, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.”

His confidence and certainty made you eager for him to do just that. “You better,” you said before moving to get off the counter.

He grabbed your hand before you could hop down. “Are you sure you still want to? We don’t have to tonight if you’re too tired,” he said genuinely with a soft smile.

Steve was perfect, absolutely perfect. You had never met a man as considerate as him. Most other guys would be quick to get things moving, but no, not Steve. You thanked your lucky stars for giving you the best boyfriend.

Tracing your fingers up his forearm, “Steve, don’t make me beg for it,” you said with a mischievous smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He beamed as he scooped you into his strong arms and carried you to his bedroom. Once he reached his bed he gently set you down, pushing the covers over so the two of you could get in. You both turned to face one another side by side with matching grins as you contemplated the next move.

You wrapped your hand around his neck and kissed him softly as he slid his hand down your leg and lifted it up over his hip. His cock rubbed against your pussy, and you didn’t think you could wait another second. “Please,” you whimpered.

He reached down between you and lined himself up, shifting his hips as he eased his way inside your heat, making you moan out in pleasure. He was so big, but he had taken his time with you and made sure that you could take him just fine. He stretched you out slowly and stilled once he was fully seated inside you, taking a moment to gently kiss your lips.

Steve pulled back to meet your gaze, rolling his hips and hissing as your tight walls clenched around him. You squeezed around him so perfectly, he couldn’t believe just how right you felt. You tried to match his pace, but before you could he rolled you onto your back.

With steady deep thrusts he drove his hips into yours. Taking your hands with one of his and holding them above your head as he took you apart. His ragged breaths echoed in your ears, and you chastised yourself for waiting so long for this. “Feels so good, Steve,” you slurred out, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him as deep as he could go.

“Baby, you were made for me,” he murmured in the crook of your neck. You shuttered as you felt his fingers circle your clit, rubbing it until you were a whimpering mess. Steve looked down at you, so unbelievably stunning, and all his. He felt overwhelmed by his emotions for you. He had to tell you how he really felt, he couldn't hold it in any longer. “I love you. I love you so much, honey.”

Steve felt you tighten around him at his words, but before you could respond the coil in your belly tightened. He smiled as you bit your lip, trying to control yourself. “Come for me, my love.” Unable to control a damn thing, the coil snapped at his command and you screamed out his name as pleasure surged through every inch of your body.

Feeling you clench down around him, Steve finally found his release. Groaning out your name as he emptied himself inside you. After a few more hard thrusts, he collapsed onto the bed next to you.

The two of you tried to quiet your heavy breathing, as you both considered what had just happened.

Your boyfriend made love to you for the first time, and he confessed his love for you. That happened right?

Steve quickly moved the blankets up so that you were both wrapped up tight next to one another.

You rolled onto your side to look up at him once his breathing slowed. “Steve, I—,”

He turned towards you, and his tired blue eyes met yours. “You don’t have to say it. I just needed you to know, I couldn’t go another moment without telling you — I’m all in, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Okay,” you nodded with a slight smile.

“Okay,” he agreed, a lazy smile tugging at his lips as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“Actually not okay. I love you too, you big lug. I’ve loved you for some time now, and somehow I find myself falling for you more and more each day. I need you to know that too.”

He smiled and cupped your cheek with his hand. “The prettiest girl in the world loves me back,” he said more to himself. “Thank you for being mine.”

“Thank you for making it so easy to want to,” you whispered, taking in his gorgeous azure eyes. You gently stroked his jawline and his long eyelashes fluttered shut, a content smile on his pink kiss-swollen lips.

Then you gasped, suddenly remembering — “After sex cupcakes now?” you asked excitedly.

Steve let out a laugh as he leaned in to kiss you chastely, “Anything for my girl.”

[jadedvibes]

Nightmare Barns

Summary: You take up your neighbor’s offer to do laundry at his place and end up with a great friend to go to a haunted pumpkin patch with. Tons of adrenaline, a crappy run in with an ex, and pumpkins lead to confessed feelings and fluffy times. [modern au]

Pairing: neighbor!steve x reader

Warnings: FLUFF, literally fluff city, swearing, mentions of pumpkins, Steve baking, semi spoilers for the Invisible Man movie, mild panic attack upon seeing a shitty ex, mentions of controlling ex, protective Steve, Steve pretends to be your boyfriend, and mentions of gory horror attractions at a spooky halloween themed farm.

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Inspired by my curiosity for what it’d be like to take up Steve on his offer to do laundry at his place from catws. Happy reading and Happy Halloween! 🎃👻🖤

After a long week at work, you finally trudged up the steps to your apartment. You recently moved to take a job working for a nonprofit in Washington D.C. and you loved everything about your new home. The history, the convenience of walking wherever you needed to go, and always having something to do nearby — it was truly a wonderful place to be.

The only big inconvenience you often battled was doing your laundry. The property manager told you when you signed your lease that there were no washer and dryer hookups in the apartment but fortunately there was a laundry room in the building’s basement. You had never lived in an apartment with that set up, but you figured you could deal with it considering the perfect location. But boy were you wrong.

There was a constant battle to get a machine. Whenever you would get one, the timing of it all was stressful and sometimes you’d find your clothes dumped off to the side because you weren’t there at the exact right second to move it. It was frustrating. After waiting to get a machine for some time, and finding none available you decided to give up and take your laundry back home. You were so tired of the frequent laundry debacles but you knew it was a small price to pay for how much you loved everything else. Nevertheless, you walked up the staircase to your apartment and placed your tall laundry bin down in front of the door with a huff.

Just as you got the key in the door you heard a warm and deep voice in the stairwell telling someone they’d see them another time. Before you could turn the key you saw a tall man in your periphery reach the top of the stairs. You had yet to meet any of your neighbors so you decided to greet him. As you abandoned your key you turned around only to be met with one of the most attractive blue-eyed men you had ever seen. By the looks of it he was at least 6’2, broad and handsome as hell.

You took a quick breath to prevent yourself from sounding flustered, “Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met before, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you said cordially to the beautiful man.

He smiled at you politely and briefly looked at you and your laundry bin. “Hi, I’m Steve Rogers,” he said kindly as he extended his hand to yours. You reached out and grabbed his large hand and felt his unsurprisingly firm grip, “I take it you’re my new neighbor?”

“Yes, I moved to the district recently for work, loving the area so far.”

“That’s great, I picked the apartment for the location myself. The only big drawback is the laundry situation,” he said as he tilted his head towards your basket.

“Yes! Oh my goodness, it’s so annoying. Do you have any tips or suggestions for places to go to nearby?”

“You’re welcome to use my machine if you want to, I couldn’t deal with the craziness after a week so I had to buy myself a washer-dryer. Do you want to do a couple loads right now? My friend just canceled our plans at the last minute, so I was thinking of doing a little baking and maybe watching a movie at home anyways.”

Wow, could this kind man be the answer to your biggest problem? He seemed nice enough and it wasn't a bad idea to make friends with your neighbors — especially when they look like that.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? Because honestly that sounds great,” you said bashfully.

“Not at all, and I’d love for you to stay for a movie too if you’re free, unless that would upset your boyfriend of course, uh, he can come too if you’d like,” he mumbled as a blush ran up his cheeks.

Smooth. Very smooth. “No, that works, and no boyfriend to upset so let’s do it, neighbor. Just give me a minute to grab some other clothes to wash. Do you need anything for baking?”

Steve looked satisfied at your response and smiled, “I don’t think so, but sure head over whenever you’re ready.”

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You stepped into your apartment and closed the door behind you, taking a moment to process the meeting with your gorgeous neighbor. Talk about being at the right place at the right time. Not to mention, he was totally flirting with you.

You grabbed your extra clothes and made some Earl Grey tea with a touch of honey to take over in your thermal carafe. Before you walked over you took a second to freshen up and ensure you looked more composed than you felt. Once you were content you locked up and headed out with your hamper in one hand and tea carafe in the other.

“Hey, Y/N come on in. Did you make us something to drink?” he asked sweetly.

You handed him the container with a grin, “Yeah I'm a big tea drinker. Hope you like Earl Grey.” You took in his apartment, breathing in the delicious scent of pumpkin spice in the air, and noticed that he was very tidy and organized. He had a record player in the corner on a brown credenza and tons of books in his book shelves along the wall.

“I love it, this will pair nicely with the pumpkin muffins I've got in the oven. The laundry closet is right around the corner by the way, help yourself to whatever you need.”

“Thanks Steve, be right back.”

You put in your load of laundry and walked back to his kitchen to see him scooping what looked like chocolate chip cookie dough onto a baking sheet.

“Boy you sure are a baker, can I help with anything?” you asked as you ambled over to his kitchen counter.

Steve turned to face you, giving you a smirk, “I’m almost done, and to be honest I’m stress baking. This should all be ready in less than 15 minutes,” he said kindly.

“You wanna talk about it?” you inquired, taking a seat on one of his bar stools.

“It’s kind of silly,” he breathed out. “My friends canceled our boys night at the last minute because they wanted to go on a double date instead. They have been giving me hell over not having a girlfriend, especially with the holiday’s coming up and all of the events and weddings we have to attend.”

You nodded, “I get it, the older I get the more it seems like I need to have a boyfriend just to do simple activities with my friends — like it’s my fault I haven’t met the right guy yet,” you said. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with that though, the plus-one search is a particularly rough one.”

He looked at you with a soft smile, “Exactly — I’m actually really glad I ran into you. It’s nice to have some company after my friends ditched me,” he grinned as he popped the tray with cookie dough in the oven.

“I’m glad I met you too, Steve. I really hate lugging my laundry around the building,” you teased.

He chuckled as he pulled out the muffins, “Wanna pick out the movie for us?”

“Yeah, let’s do the opposite of romantic. Wanna watch The Invisible Man? I haven’t seen it yet.”

“I haven’t either, that sounds good. Let me grab us some mugs for the tea and we can take the muffins to the living room.”

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Steve baked like a damn pro. He made the most amazing pumpkin cream cheese muffins and the thickest gooiest chocolate chip cookies you had ever tasted. You thought you might be in love with him based on his baking skills alone.

When you got up to move your laundry to the dryer you missed the way Steve checked you out then immediately blushed at his action. He couldn’t help but find you absolutely adorable. When he saw you looking frustrated with your laundry he saw an opportunity to help; but the hopeless romantic in him wanted to do whatever he could to spend some time with the pretty girl next door.

Throughout the movie the two of you spoke about your work and interests. It turns out Steve was an artist and the upcoming wedding he was attending was for an old friend and curator that he worked with.

“We met Clint in college, and he will be the first out of our friend group to get married. I don’t think my best friend Bucky will be too far behind though, he’s already got a ring for his girlfriend Nat,” he said with a small grin.

“It’s crazy how many people are getting married, but good for them. Love is a beautiful thing, and I hope I'm lucky enough to find that someday,” you said softly.

Earlier in the evening you said you hadn’t met the right guy yet, and the more Steve got to know you, the more he hoped that you were wrong. You had already met him, and he could be just the guy you needed. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Rogers. You’ve only known her for a couple of hours. Steve’s thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the dryer’s buzzer going off. Crap, is she going to leave?

Fortunately for Steve, you asked him if it was okay if you got the clothes after the movie — he couldn’t say yes quickly enough.

“I know love isn’t always sunshine and rainbows though, I mean look at this guy,” you said, gesturing to the film's antagonist. “He’s a violent and controlling stalker. His idea of love is so convoluted and ridiculous.”

“You’re not wrong, but good guys exist too. Not all men will fake a suicide and use an invisibility suit he created to terrorize your life,” Steve said with a smirk.

You laughed at that, “Good point, hard to argue with you there. The season just makes me a little bitter I suppose. I’m a whole and happy person — I'm not looking for someone to complete me, but I do want company sometimes. Like I want to go to a pumpkin patch and go on a hayride with my friends but they would rather go with their boyfriends so that they can take cute couple photos. Is it me or does the season feel romantic?” you asked rhetorically.

Steve didn’t care, he had an answer. “It’s the cold, there’s a reason Cuffing season exists and it’s purely weather based. People are colder, and the nights are darker. Also, the aesthetics of Fall are quite beautiful. I suppose that makes people want to share it with someone they love,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I hate how much your answer makes sense,” you shook your head.

You looked over when he wasn’t looking — he was so gorgeous it didn’t make sense. What I wouldn’t give to be cuffed to you this season. His eyes met yours and you felt warmer under his gaze.

“Do you want to go to a pumpkin patch with me tomorrow?” Steve blurted out. He started to rub his neck, “As friends of course, we don’t have to be a couple to have fun,” he added shyly.

You were a little disappointed he mentioned only as friends, but you knew you had just met him and that was wise. “That sounds like a blast, do you think we can go to Nightmare Barns? They have all the cutesy stuff plus haunted corn mazes and barns,” you asked hopefully.

“You took a simple idea, and you made it better. Let’s do that,” he beamed with excitement.

“Awesome, I can’t wait!”

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The following day you were more than ready to spend the evening with Steve again. You took your time getting ready and opted to wear a dark denim jacket with a white shirt, black high-waisted jeans, and combat boots — very cute and practical.

You were delighted that you met Steve because you felt a pleasant connection with him last night — he was so kind, respectful, and such a gentleman. You knew you lucked out in the neighbor department. However, you were also aware that your romantic heart liked to jump to conclusions. Just because he’s nice and good-looking doesn’t mean he’s into you. He asked to go as friends. After a little internal dialogue you decided you wouldn’t be rash; if friends were all he wanted to be, then that was what you’d be.

Before you could overthink anything further you heard a knock at your door. You opened it to find Steve wearing a navy blue flannel and dark jeans smiling softly. “Hey, Y/N, ready to head out?

Don’t tell him how good he looks, friends don’t do that. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you couldn’t help but smile. It was so easy to be friends with guys you didn’t find attractive, but Steve was literally your dream guy. Calm down, Y/N. You don’t want to scare the nice man.

“Great, is it okay if I drive us there?”

“That’d be perfect,” you breathed out, grabbing your keys and belongings from the counter.

“Wonderful, you look beautiful by the way,” he beamed as you headed out.

Oh great, he’s going to make this difficult for me. Friends compliment each other, it’s perfectly normal.

“Thanks Steve, that flannel is really working for you.” What the hell does that even mean, Y/N? Steve just grinned sweetly without saying another word.

He turned on the radio once you got in the car and the voice of Marvin Gaye melodiously played through. As he drove you thought about how comfortable you felt with him. You had known him for barely 24 hours, and still you felt a pleasant peacefulness when you were in his company.

You hadn’t been to a pumpkin patch since you were a kid. The last time you went was on a field trip in elementary school. You remembered having a blast with your friends, and you wondered why you hadn’t made the time to go back in so many years. You were grateful you had someone to go with now at least.

Steve interrupted your reminiscing, “So do you know about the attractions at the farm?”

“Yeah, I looked them up online. Looks like we’ll have a lot of options. Apparently they have different attractions based on your level of comfort with gore and horror. Do you spook easily?” you asked teasingly.

He laughed at that, “I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I did. Now you wouldn't happen to be a scaredy cat would you?” he goaded with a smile on his face.

You let out a laugh “I can hold my own, man. Don’t you worry about me,” you said confidently even though you felt a little apprehensive. It seemed like some of the attractions really were not for the faint of heart and apparently someone had a heart attack last year in one of the mazes inside a barn.

“Well if you do get scared, you have nothing to worry about — I’ll keep you safe,” he said frankly. “And if I get scared I hope you’ll do the same,” he joked.

Steve had a way of making you feel secure even when he was being silly. “You can use me as your human shield, I’ll protect you,” you said playfully.

“Aw, my fierce heroine,” he looked over and smiled at you.

“Anything for my sweet damsel in distress,” you assured. Are we flirting? This feels like flirting.

He let out a laugh, “We’re here, wow how cool is this?”

You looked out your window and were pleased to see a cute pumpkin patch that had a touch of spookiness to it. Nightmare Barns was a classic pumpkin patch on a farm that was overrun by creepy actors throughout the property. The actors were dressed as zombies, killer clowns, creepy scarecrows, and other miscellaneous horror characters. There was a divide that kept those wanting to only experience the pumpkin patch away from the scarier side. The pumpkin patch was warm and inviting despite the craziness around it, and there were stacks of hay around multiple bonfires for patrons to sit and relax by. The other side had run down trucks and tractors with overgrown plants covering them along with ominous trees and decorations near the barns. There was a giant corn maze behind everything that you could take a haunted hayride through too. The sun was about to set, and you were looking forward to seeing the place when it was finally dark because even in the light it was weirdly sinister.

As you walked towards the property you heard the sound of a chainsaw coming from inside a barn with a line outside of it. You looked up at Steve who looked calm and happy as he looked down at you. “I bought the tickets at home, and I might’ve gotten us the package that lets us go to as many attractions as we want,” he said sheepishly.

“You didn’t have to do that!” you nudged his arm. “But thank you, that was nice of you,” you said genuinely.

“My pleasure, did you want to take a few pictures at the pumpkin patch before we get into the attractions?”

“Brilliant, let’s do that.”

Steve snapped a couple pictures of you sitting on a hay stack with countless pumpkins surrounding you. You got him to take a couple of himself too which he shyly did. Before you could go, an older lady wearing a jack o 'lantern sweater stopped you and asked if she could take some pictures of the both of you. You couldn’t think of a reason to say no, so you handed her your phone. You didn’t know what to do so you stood closer to Steve and looked up with a bright smile on your face, he looked down into your eyes and matched your smile. After a beat, you couldn’t take the intensity of his gaze so you looked back at the woman who was gleefully smiling at the two of you, already done with taking the picture.

“What a gorgeous couple, here you go darling,” she commented, her smile reaching her eyes as she handed your phone back. You didn’t have the heart to correct her and neither did Steve.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. That was awfully kind of you,” Steve said so sweetly the woman couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You and your little lady have a spooktacular evening,” she beamed.

You took a moment to look at the photo and your heart raced when you saw how captivating it was. The woman caught the sun setting directly in between you two and your matching smiles were adorable as hell.

Steve looked down at you and the photo, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. “Pumpkins really bring out the inner romantic in us all, huh?” he jokingly asked to break the tension. The sun was nearly gone, and the thousands of string lights strung throughout the property were slowly turning on.

You giggled, “You said it, Steve. Now let’s go look at some gore to balance us out.”

“Yes, do you want to start with the hayride first, work our way up to the scarier stuff?”

“Sounds like the perfect plan.”

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The hayride was not as easy going as you thought it would be. Actors were hidden throughout the dark corn maze and they jumped out at you with various weapons from knives, machetes, to even fully working chainsaws. At one point, a few of the actors actually jumped onto the wagon and swiped their weapons right at you; you couldn’t help but scream and lean into Steve at that. He reassuringly wrapped his arm tightly around you and kept it there for the duration of the ride. He didn’t say anything about it afterwards either.

The next attraction seemed to be inspired by a few classic films. Inside the decrepit barn there were multiple chainsaw wielding men following you and jumping out at you as you maneuvered through a maze of fake dangling body parts and grisly bloody kitchens with fake cannibals eating what was supposed to be human remains. You screamed and shouted your way through the convoluted maze hand in hand. The two of you laughed profusely afterwards critiquing how much scarier it was than the first attraction. You took a break for some hot cider then went back to the hayride again afterwards to have a more passive experience for a bit.

Later on, as you waited in line to go through the killer clown barn you felt your blood run cold when you locked eyes with your ex from college. You quickly looked up at Steve who sensed your panic and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey what’s going on?” he asked as he looked into your eyes.

“I.. I just saw my ex, and he wasn’t a very good guy when we were together. I’m afraid he’s going to come over here and try to talk to me,” you stuttered out.

Steve pulled you into a bear hug to try to calm you, “What’s he look like?”

“Dark hair, cold brown eyes.”

“Okay, he’s heading towards us, but don’t worry, I’m here. Can you take a deep breath for me?”

You did as he asked and you felt yourself calm if only a little in the warmth of his embrace.

“Y/N, do you want me to ask him to leave?”

You took another deep breath, you looked up into his stormy blue eyes and felt yourself anchoring back to the present moment. “No, can you… just for a minute, can you pretend to be my boyfriend? I don’t want him thinking there’s a chance, or —”

“Say no more, sweetheart,” he slowly released you and reached down to hold your hand.

“Well if it isn’t Y/N Y/L/N, how long has it been, sugar?” a gruff familiar voice asked you. You turned to look at Brock Rumlow and Steve gently squeezed your hand, letting you know that he was there.

“Hi Brock, not long enough,” you said with as much courage as you could muster.

“Hey don’t be like that, we had a great time. Why are you acting like we didn’t?” he yelled angrily. “I don’t know who this asshole is and I don’t know why the hell you thought you could run away from me but —” before he could finish Steve interjected.

“My girl and I were having a wonderful night before you showed up, so if you could kindly piss off that’d be greatly appreciated,” Steve snarked at the shorter man.

“Oh what, you gonna do something about it, dickhead?” Brock sneered at Steve.

You looked up at Steve and saw the way he squared his shoulders and glared at Brock. You felt Steve’s grip on your hand loosen as he was about to step closer to Brock but before he could two security guards showed up asking if there was a problem. Someone in line saw the scene and alerted security so that they could intervene before a fight broke out.

“This man is bothering us and he’s trying to instigate a fight with my boyfriend, could you please get him away from us?” you asked. Someone behind you jumped in and told the other security guard what had happened so they collectively decided to remove Brock from the premises. You thanked them as they left and didn’t bother looking as they escorted your ex away.

“Y/N, do you want to go sit by a bonfire in the pumpkin patch?” Steve asked gently.

“Um, yeah that’s a good idea.” Despite nearing the front of the line at that point, the two of you headed towards the other side of the farm.

Steve wrapped his arm around you and guided you towards a haystack next to a secluded bonfire. “I’m so so sorry, Steve, I hate that you had to deal with all of that.”

“Don’t be, Y/N, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I just thought we could use a break from the scares and take it easy for a bit.”

“Steve, I don’t know what to say. But I think I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Well, I feel like I do. I think from the looks of it you can gather that he was a piece of shit,” you paused. “He was extremely temperamental and controlling, and I… I basically ran away from him the summer after graduation. I left him a note saying I couldn’t do it anymore and moved away to another city for work. He didn’t take it well and he harassed my friends for information until he finally gave up when he realized he had no way to contact me. It’s been years, but as you can see he’s still a dick.”

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry you had to put up with that. You didn’t deserve that. Some men can be real pricks and it isn’t right.”

You breathed a sigh of relief after telling him, “Well I guess not all men,” you said as you briefly leaned into him. “It was a chapter of my life I don’t ever reopen or try to think about, but regardless, I’m really glad you were here tonight.” You hadn’t spoken about Brock in years, but it felt incredibly cathartic to do so now — you felt free.

Steve wrapped his arm around you again and pulled you into him, you felt him kiss the top of your head, and you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. The two of you sat together comfortably looking at the fire and relishing the cozy warmth around you.

After a good while you peered up at Steve; he looked calm and you felt the same inside too. “Do you…” Steve met your gaze, “want to go get chased by killer clowns?” your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I hate clowns so much, but only if you do,” he smiled softly at you.

You both headed back to the barn and the line attendant saw you coming. He saw what had happened and told you that you could skip the line since you already had to wait earlier. You were grateful and you and Steve rushed through it the best you could. Killer clowns dressed in bloodied masks with knives came at you from all different angles, this time Steve tucked you under his arm so that you could cover your eyes in his chest if you needed. The maniacal laughter and disgusting smiles were a lot to take in around every turn. One clown even sprayed you with water from his disheveled flower as you made your way through the final labyrinth. You had never screamed so much in your life, but it was actually a lot of fun. With Steve by your side you knew nothing was going to hurt you.

Once you finally made it out you took a giant breath and broke out in a fit of giggles. Steve joined you in laughter as the two of you made your way back towards the bonfires.

“It felt good to overcome something so scary,” you said once you sat down.

“That was so ridiculously scary, my hatred for clowns has only increased, but it was fun,” Steve chuckled.

“Minus the hiccup, tonight was the best, Steve. Thank you for asking me to come with you, even as friends you make a killer boyfriend,” you said softly.

Steve smiled at you joyfully, “I loved playing the role, although, I don’t know if it’s all the pumpkins or the colder weather talking, but I think I’d play the role in real life pretty well too,” he said, blushing inadvertently.

“You don’t mean that, c’mon Steve, we barely know each other,” you said even though you knew that didn’t really matter, not when you felt this good by his side.

“No you’re right, why don’t we go for coffee tomorrow morning and maybe a walk. Get to know each other better?”

“You askin’ me out on a date after knowing me for a day?

“Oh I’m not, just being neighborly,” he grinned, “It’s good to know who lives around you,” he teasingly bumped your shoulder.

“Yeah, I'd like that a lot,” you smiled.

“Perfect, and maybe next month you can be my date to a wedding?” he asked nonchalantly.

You furrowed your brow, “You think you’ll still want to hang out with me next month?”

“Y/N, I only spent a couple hours with you yesterday and I immediately wanted more time with you before you even left. Being with you, it feels right. And I know what you’re thinking — I am happy and good on my own, but you amplify my joy. You’re warm, silly and so beautiful. Tell me you don’t feel something too,” he asked timidly.

The bonfire cast a golden caramel light on his dilated pupils as he looked at you. “Oh my goodness, what have the pumpkins done to us?!” you let out a fake dramatic sigh. “Okay, Steve. Keep playing your cards right, and maybe you’ll find yourself cuffed for the event season,” you smiled as you leaned over to place a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush at your sudden action.

He smiled brightly, his eyes never straying from yours. “If things go my way, I’ll be cuffed to you for a lot longer than that,” he whispered as he leaned over to kiss you on the forehead.

Part 2